Over the hills & across the river The Migra will hunt while the crowd gets bigger We'll run & run till there's no more sun Let the Dogs sniff As We sneak down the cliff You can run us over with your cars But you'll never get us behind bars We'll run up North to take your jobs Because your all a bunch of lazy ass American Bobs We'll work for less money Because your boss thinks it's funny You can deport us back to Mexico But we'll be back to take your job at the Texaco You think you can keep us away with your stupid prop But we just think it's a bunch of fuckin' slop Watch out cause here we come to the land which was once ours to leave you Gringos looking like bums.
Reason for writing:
This poem was written to understand the fear and the view
point that many Anglo-Americans posess towards the Mexican
Refugees coming to the U.S. in search of prosperity.
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